My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Now?" I asked. What was wrong with Hendrix? He obviously wanted to torment me.

Josiah was still lying on the sofa, with dark circles that were heavier than usual. It seemed like he didn't sleep well lately. I sighed, "I'll cook and deliver it later. You can stay here tonight and rest. The guest rooms are empty, feel free to sleep in either one of them. Make sure to rest properly."

How bored was Hendrix to send his own friend on such a ridiculous errand?

Josiah nodded, perhaps out of exhaustion, he simply shut his eyes and rested on the sofa instead.

I headed to the kitchen and made some porridge. When I came out from the kitchen, Josiah was still lying on the sofa, breathing evenly. He must be fast asleep.

I alone couldn't help him to the guest room upstairs, so I went ahead and grabbed some pillows and a blanket for him.

It was already an hour later when the porridge was ready. I rushed to the hospital with the porridge and went to Hendrix's ward.

Hendrix was still awake. He was wearing a blue-striped hospital gown, his head wrapped in gauze, and several wounds on his body had also formed scabs.

He looked disarranged, yet he still was as handsome.

container in my hand. I guessed that

anything else, so I cooked you porridge. Have some." I said

He replied. When I looked up, I saw him staring at me, and I

up?" He asked with his head lowered

a patient, I held it

way to

he had started to eat the porridge, I

angry at me?" He asked,

I asked him, exhausted, "For

much for certain

up at him and asked, "Do you plan to do this

with his eyes darkened and said, "Nope. This will be the last

out loud as I rubbed my chin

when it came to Andrea, Hendrix had done too many

I glanced at the porridge in his hand

at me, and finished all the rest of the porridge. He then looked at me calmly and asked, "Are you worried about me getting